Time barely touches you. You're gorgeous as always. [Which, okay, is more blatant flattery but whatever, you don't tell a lady that they're gonna get old. Besides, Peggy did look good for her age even then.]
Just don't expect any full concertos. [Who has time for piano practice when you're a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist or whatever.] But enough about my mini Mozart days. How're you finding Mandalus, Agent Carter?